Catch .44

It's sad, isn't it?

I've been working

with you seven years.

Seven years.

I always liked you.

Always looked after you.

I never trusted you.

Hyah!

Hyah!

# If you lay her there #

# At the bar across the room #

# She looks like an angel #

# With her paint

and perfume... #

... and that is the secret.

That's the secret?

- Yep.

- Yeah, she's right, Tes.

Everybody knows that already.

Yeah, why don't you tell us another one?

Fine.

Secret number two: fake it.

That's definitely not a secret.

It kinda is.

All right, so how does

that relate to what we're doing now?

I'll tell you.

See, most women apply

secret number two to one thing...

sex. The rest of the time

we're too real.

Too real because it's

in our nature to be real,

which ultimately

is a woman's downfall.

But faking it keeps you

living in man's land.

Whoa! Who the f***

wants to live in man's land?

We're already living in it, guys.

All right, wait wait, let me

ask you a question then.

Would you be faking it

if you compromise?

'Cause you can't fake

compromise.

You half can.

What the f***

does that mean?

Compromise is half faking.

'Cause if you weren't compromising half

you would have it all, in which case

you wouldn't be faking.

You would be taking.

For example,

guys compromise when they

leave the toilet seat down.

They do it because

they know they can't win.

And I'm not faking it

'cause I don't pretend not to mind

when they do leave

the toilet seat up... because I do.

Slow it down. How is that

a compromise on your end?

Yeah, and I thought that

you said we should fake it?

It's a compromise because I'd fake

other things to get my way.

Or I'd take away the p*ssy.

What are you even talking about?

I think

you're confusing yourself.

No no, I think it's just

too complicated for you to understand.

No, it's not at all.

I get what you're saying.

I just don't agree with you.

To me compromising

is not faking.

Fine. Then we'll just agree

to disagree.

Or we could agree that I'm right

because that's a compromise.

Tell you what:

I'll fake it

and we can agree on that.

Okay.

But you're compromising

to agree on faking it.

I can explain it to you

if it's too complicated.

I think she got you

on that one, Tes, sorry.

Thanks.

Hey'

Kara!

- What?

- Quit staring at that guy.

- I'm not staring.

- Yeah, you are staring.

Do you know what the word

"conspicuous" means?

Or do you want me to explain

that to you as well?

- Kara, stop staring.

- I'm not conspicuous.

We're the only girls in here

with all our teeth.

We're very f***ing conspicuous.

Okay, but what if that's our guy?

I mean, didn't Mel...

Do you see

an orange rig outside?

What do you guys think

about Harry and Sally?

What about them?

You don't worry about them, Kara.

They're harmless.

So what if we missed him?

We spent, what? 20 minutes

with Deputy Elmore.

What if he came and left?

Kara:

So, Tes, what are we doing?

Do you have a plan?

Mel did say 2:
30.

All right.

So I'm guessing she runs the place.

And there's no way

this sh*t goes down here

without her getting a piece of the pie.

If anyone knows anything,

it's her.

Okay.

Okay, great, I'll take her.

- Let's find out what she knows.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'll take the door.

- Guess I got the trucker.

I'm not even gonna say it

'cause you all know what this is.

- You be cool, Billy Bob.

- Who drives the truck and where is it?

I said which one of you shitkickers

knows where the f***ing truck is?

# I... #

# Don't wanna know your name #

# 'Cause you don't look the same #

# The way you did before #

# Okay #

# You think you got a pretty face #

# But the rest of you is out of place #

# You looked all right before #

# Fox on the run #

# You scream

and everybody comes #

# A-running,

take a run and hide #

# Yourself away #

# Foxy on the run #

# Foxy,

fox on the run #

# And hide away #

# You... #

# You talk about

just every band #

# But the names you drop

are secondhand #

# I've heard it all before... #

Kara?

# I... #

Kara.

# Don't want

to know your name... #

What? Did you just

get out of the shower?

Yeah.

What the f*** have you been doing

for the last hour?

I've been taking a shower.

What have you been doing?

I've been putting gas in the car

so we can get the f*** out of here!

All right, dude.

Stop giving me sh*t.

Get yourself ready.

Tes is going to be pissed.

# Oh yeah... #

See ya, peaches.

# I'm up on the 11th floor

and I'm watching the cruisers below #

- # He's down on the street... #

- See ya.

# Oh, my heart's

in the basement... #

Hey, I'm on my way out.

I'll see you in a minute.

# 'Cause she's hoping to score

so I can't see her letting him go #

# Walk out of her heart,

walk out... #

Excuse me, excuse me.

Uh, you're very pretty.

Look, you're not a...

- No.

- Well, I just saw you back there

and I thought maybe...

I'm sorry. My nam...

my name's David.

Well, Dave.

My friends call me Dave.

Now I know what to call out.

- Look, do you need a ride somewhere?

- Does it look like I need a ride?

I don't know, do you?

You know what actually, Dave?

Um, my cell phone

ran out of batteries.

Do you have one

that I could borrow?

- Yeah yeah, sure.

- Great.

- Here.

- Thank you.

Mmm.

I forgot the number.

Thanks anyway.

It's very sweet of you.

Maybe I'll

see ya around sometime.

# So I lay down awhile

and I gaze at my hotel wall... #

What was all that about?

F***ing jerkoff thought

he could pick me up.

- No.

- So I thought

we could use some gas money.

F***ing jerkoff

tried to pick me up and f*** me

for 45 f***ing bucks.

Wow.

It's 40 more than I'd pay

for your ass.

Ha ha.

- I'm just saying.

- # And I'm phoning a cab #

# 'Cause my stomach feels small,

there's a taste in my mouth. #

So what's the deal?

The deal is we're going

to some shitty isolated diner.

- Where?

- Somewhere across the river.

Why would Mel

send us over there?

He's never sent us

out of the parish before.

'Cause something big

has come up.

Apparently someone's running

a shipment along Mel's route.

Who?

Don't know,

but Mel doesn't like it.

There's a driver who's picking up

a preloaded rig down in the Gulf.

He brings it up the 220 and delivers

the bricks to another driver

who's waiting with the cash.

- Who's the driver?

- That's where we come in.

Mel wants us to get

ahold of the shipment

and find out who the pickup is.

Which brings me to the best part

of this whole operation:

neither man knows the other.

They only know where the diner is.

So driver A isn't going

to do something stupid

and risk getting caught

with a load of dope.

He'll just drive away.

And same goes for B.

I mean the last thing he's going

to do is go crying to the feds

about his drug money

getting ripped off.

We just make sure

we get there before they do

and wait for one of them to show.

Hey!

What?

I was listening.

Other side of the river. Fine.

It's fine?

It's a big f***ing deal, Kara,

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